Luyện nghe bài hát Sleeping Princess Of The Arges

Tonight the is full in the land beyond the forest.
The of Wallachian wolves,
a to the dreariest soul.

I'm alone, within the confines of my home bereaved,
left behind, grieving for the one, my bride.

A host of ravens from majestic winter mountains.
Into my ears whisper, a sullen song of melancholy.

Five hundred years have since the flowers blossomed.
Green meadows now benighted and shadows embrace the sun

I'm

"I the glorious storms,
the wrath of the heavens the shores.
The erotic winds and symphonies,
above the elegant trees.
I remember the spent in thine arms,
while making dark love with charm.
A setting with incessant rain,
sipping the blood from each veins."

As mist, I travel the skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of candles and stars.
Bleeding, my lovelorn scars.

Once I was a delighted man,
residing over a land.
Now a beast of guise,
to cease my immortal life.

"I am to touch thee, my love,
to bake in the of the skies above.
Marveled by landscapes so
with the brow on my nurturing breast.
I yearn to the sweet tongue of thy kiss,
to dance in the of the fiery abyss.
Vanquish thy and come set me free,
awake me, my darling, my tortured sleep."

As mist, I travel the skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of candles and stars.
Bleeding, my lovelorn scars.

I was a blissful delighted man,
residing over a land.
Now a beast of guise,
bent to cease my life.

"Through ethereal I convoke to thee
like a gentle breeze upon a sea.
Let my waves away thy grief,
and convey thy soul back to me."

I've renounced the of christ.
I've spat on his and scoffed at his lies.
I'll install a new kingdom to which there be
indulgence for you and me.

Soon we stroll through the spellbinding mark.
My time has to relinquish this earth,
with tears of horizons unseen,
be reunited with my pallid queen.
Through dreams

we'll drink to our undying love.
Absinthe shall us on the wings of a dove,
and transport us to beyond our dreams,
where graceful dominate the scene.

And so I my ancient abode.
My calamitous fable of woe unfolds valor,
I the sweltering sun.
In thy reflection of death, we are alone.